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Summary of the Book 'The Years':
The Blair Years is a book by Alastair Campbell featuring extracts from his diaries detailing the period during which he worked for Tony Blair. Published by Random House
Excerpts from the Book 'The Years':
... was illuminated. The light struck on silver bottles and on glass bottles, all set out in the perfect order of things that are not used. At this hour ... ... that Crosby dusted and polished every day-looked at its best in the evening. Meat-smelling and serge-curtained by day, it looked lit up, semi-transparent ... ... day that was her window this was her bell. The bell came out with a jerk when she pulled it but it did not go back again, for everything was ramshackle ... ... light,' she read, 'was seen to shoot forth suddenly shooting out a profound ray across the water to the Rock. Everything was lit up as if by daylight.' ... ... Yet a woman leaning out of the windows searched this way, that way, up and down the street as if she were raking every cranny for something to feed ... ... one ashamed of one's country, she said energetically. I know 'em, he chuckled. But coming back from the Lido in the evening, she resumed, with ... ... Sara, what do they say, at parties? Maggie flicked off a white fleck that had stuck to her arm from her gloves. Some people say one thing, she ... ... was terrific. It pressed on the house gripped it tight, then let it fall apart. Upstairs a door slammed a window must be open in the bedroom above. ... ... pooh-poohing Sir Edward and his frankness. Then Mr Spicer was off again and Kitty had joined in. Now there was Rose. They were all at loggerheads. ... ... Eleanor anticipated her. Tell me about William Whatney, she said. When I last saw him he was a slim young man in a boat. Peggy burst out laughing. That ... ... on a brown surface. People were passing them and coming in and out all the time. The waiter brought the wine. Martin poured her out a glass. I ... ... drew his chair beside Maggie's and looked at the scene in front of them. It was admirably composed. There was the white figure of Queen Victoria ... ... hair the rake seemed to have been passed. They turned to leave together. As she passed Martin, who stood with his hand out, Ann gave him the least ... ... away. I want to stay I want to talk I want to sing-a hymn of praise-a song of thanksgiving... . Here is your hat here is your bag, said Nicholas, ... ... her forehead, so that it stops everything else? Not that it was anything of importance, she added. She wandered about the room for a moment. No, ... ... the moment of action. He did not want to go either. Still, if Eleanor wanted them to go-he hesitated, looking at his watch. What'll he do next? she ... ... spurt? she asked, examining it. She watched him cross the room. His shoes always affected her strangely. Part sex part pity, she thought. Can one call ... ... waistcoat. It was a farce. It made him feel slightly ridiculous. Don't be so silly, he said. That's my brother, she said, nodding at the man in the ... ... other people do. North brought in a bunch of spoons and she took them from him. Now who wants a spoon and who doesn't? she said, brandishing the ... ... be the endless night the endless dark. She looked ahead of her as though she saw opening in front of her a very long dark tunnel. But, thinking of the ...